So, this is a list of the characters and their respective Keyblades, so people know. I think where they first appear in the games is correct…
Rachel- Star Seeker (KH2)
Quinn- Oathkeeper (KH)
Santana- Sleeping Lion (KH2)
Brittany- Brightcrest (BBS)
Olivia- Oblivion (KH)
Finn- Leviathan (356/2)
Kurt- Stroke of Midnight (BBS)
Puck- One-Winged Angel (KH: Final Mix)
Blaine- Guardian Soul (KH2)
Mike-Diamond Dust (KH: Final Mix)
Sam-Lost Memory (BBS)
Michael-Fatal Crest (KH2)
So yeah, this is kind of an AU fic, now that I think about it. I know that the timelines for all six of the original Wielders don't really intersect in the games. I hope people keep liking this, and remember, I always love a good review. –Drachesoul
"This isn't a dream is it?" Mike asked, gazing around at the inside of the massive castle in awe. More than one of the new Wielders had the same look of wonder plastered on their faces upon walking inside. Still wearing the same clothes from the attack, they appeared slightly disheveled but still strong.
"Could be, but then why are we all having the same one?" Quinn mused from the back of the group. "I mean, I'm not above testing or supporting that theory, but even this is a little…otherworldly."
"That's 'cause we're in another world, Q," Brittany bounced back and forth between her girlfriend and her captain, a confident look on her face. "San, are there more people behind us, cause I can hear footsteps."
"It's just the echo, Brit," Olivia told her, tapping her shoes on the castle floor, the sound reverberating off the walls. "Is this actually another world?"
"I don't know why you are believing that, Olivia. It is physically impossible for us to be in another world because there are none," Rachel added briskly, though she herself was even beginning to doubt it. "It's like suggesting unicorns are real creatures." Brittany's smile dropped.
"Really?" Santana argued, angrier now that Rachel had basically told her blonde that unicorns didn't exist. It was almost as bad as telling her Santa and the Easter Bunny weren't real. She stuck her foot out and tripped the short starlet, who fell to the floor with a shriek. "The floor feels pretty real, right?"
"Santana!" Olivia and Quinn scolded in unison, helping Rachel up. The fiery Latina merely shrugged.
"I was just testing a theory," she smirked, "You should applaud my sudden interest in science."
"You've always been into science, Santana," Quinn said. "You're the only one of us to have gotten a near-perfect score on both the Chemistry and Biology AP."
"Aw, Santana's a closet geek," giggled Kurt. "Guess you're not completely inhuman after all."
"Back off Hummel!" she snarled back, though her retort lacked its usual bravado and sting.
"That's enough out of all of you," Puck hushed them. "We're almost there."
"Um, where exactly is 'there'?" Blaine asked, looking around in confusion. Even though the six original Keyblade Wielders seemed to know their way around the winding and eerily identical hallways, he'd lost track of all the turns.
"I got totally confused less than a minute after we started walking," Finn chimed in.
"You would," Sam snorted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Finn glared at the blonde petulantly.
"Stop arguing, guys!" Puck shouted. "Isn't it bad enough that we're stuck in another world with no way to get back home?"
The rest of the Glee kids fell silent after that.
"Okay guys, welcome to the Main Hall of the Castle!" Sora said, standing on one side of a huge set of double doors. Ven stood by the other and with a grunt of effort, they opened the aged doors.
Master Eraqus stood in the center of the hall, Yen Sid to his right. "I didn't expect any of you back this early," Eraqus said.
"Things…happened rather quickly," Aqua explained, stepping aside to reveal the twelve Wielders. "But we did as you requested and brought them back here."
Yen Sid looked at the Glee kids and gave them a scrutinizing once over from head to toe, before nodding in satisfaction. "They have the light inside of them," he agreed. "And it seems that it has already been activated?" he asked, turning to Riku for agreement.
"Yes, Master," Riku replied. "A small force of Heartless and Unversed attacked, and while we were containing the threat, they all somehow activated their Keyblades."
"Why don't the six of you come with me and discuss this in further detail," Yen Sid said. "Master Eraqus, if you will excuse us for a few hours."
Eraqus nodded. "Then I shall introduce them to the situation at hand and provide as many answers as I can."
"You six, this way please," Yen Sid gestured, creating another portal. "We will be gone only a few hours, enough time to talk and to let the new Wielders begin training." Riku and the others followed wordlessly. Another flash of light accompanied their departure.
Master Eraqus turned to Puck and Santana, who had edged forward, taking the voice of leadership in their small group.
"Now, the first things first, please summon your Keyblades."
"How exactly do we do that?" Michael asked, staring at his left hand. "It just sort of…came to us last time."
A small burst of light popped into existence and suddenly Santana was holding her Keyblade. "You have to want it."
"There are more reasons than that, Santana, but those will have to be discovered at a different time." Eraqus summoned his own Keyblade effortlessly. The Glee kids didn't even bother to question his apparent knowledge of their names.
"Each Keyblade has its own story and its own reasons for appearing to you. There are potentially countless Keyblades in existence, belonging to both light and dark, but the one you hold right now is yours for a reason."
"And what would the reason be?" Kurt asked.
"Again, something you have to discover for yourself. However, the name of your Keyblade will provide some valuable insight on both your true personality and the reason behind its appearance."
"Does that mean we need to go on, like, a quest or something?" Finn wondered. "I don't really think that that would be a good thing right now."
"No quest is needed, Finn," Eraqus assured the tall quarterback. "I happen to have quite the store of knowledge when it comes to Keyblades of all shapes and sizes. Why don't you all take a seat? This could take a while to explain."
Waving his hands, a dozen cushy chairs appeared and the Glee kids reluctantly sat down. Another wave and a glowing nexus appeared in the floor. Magic flowed through its veins, and everyone could feel its pull.
"This is a nexus. Now, nexuses are found in many places, including in the architecture of many worlds. They are rather useless until magic is bound to it, at which point they become a conduit of sorts, used for teleportation, power-enhancing rituals, and in this case, for revealing destinies."
"So what's mine?" Santana asked. "It feels, right to be holding it." Master Eraqus beckoned for her to hold it out in front of her, ushering her into the nexus.
"Yours is known as Sleeping Lion, Santana. It is a relatively powerful Keyblade, and one not often found. It generally appears to those with a vicious need to protect others, yet reveals that your true power remains dormant still, to be released at the right time."
Santana scoffed, "Whatever, I don't need a shrink," returning to her seat.
"I believe that Olivia and Quinn should come up here next." Slightly startled, the Cheerios captain and the raven-haired outside hitter shuffled forward, summoning their Keyblades.
"Ah, as I suspected. You two technically hold two halves of a whole in your hands. Quinn, you have possession of Oathkeeper and Olivia, yours is Oblivion. While both separate Keyblades, they are often wielded together by one person, through a skill known as Synch Blade, though not always."
"So that means what? That we're connected in some way?" Quinn looked at Olivia.
"Precisely. Though the specifics are unclear, I am certain you will discover the reason. Now, onto their power. Oathkeeper is known to appear to those that need a powerful reminder to keep their heart open, even in the face of danger. Oblivion on the other hand, is a sign of an internal fight with yourself, one that will tempt you but if you overcome it, will provide an absolute end to your adversaries. Finally, when it comes to these two, teamwork is essential all the time, but you two will have to work on it even more, as these Keyblades work best when in sync."
"No problem, right Quinn?" Olivia asked the blonde, who smiled and nodded. They clinked their Keyblades together and a single pure note sounded before they sat down.
"This is kind of like a psychic reading," Kurt mused. "I mean, it feels like one. You're telling us about our personal struggles both past and future, things that we don't share in public."
"While I wouldn't go as far as to call myself a psychic, there is an aspect of magic that goes on during the process. You twelve will need to know about and, more importantly, understand the innermost struggles and fears of your closest teammates." Master Eraqus explained. "Why don't we continue with you, Kurt, and your boyfriend."
Kurt stood shakily and stepped forward, followed by Blaine, who rested a comforting hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "We don't have to this if you don't want," he murmured.
Taking a deep breath, Kurt shook his head, "No, I think it's something we need to do, as long as you stay by me."
Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand. "Courage, always."
As one, they summoned their Keyblades and presented them to Eraqus. "Ah, I see that you are a left handed wielder, Blaine."
"Is that significant?" he asked.
"Not at the moment, though it may prove so later on. The one you hold is called Guardian Soul. Blaine, you consider it very important to protect Kurt and to a lesser degree, the others. You know that he can take care of himself, but will always stand as a stalwart guardian, ready to help."
"Blaine, would you really go that far to protect me?" Kurt asked his boyfriend.
"I would," the brunette ex-Warbler said simply.
At that admission, the girls in the group, led by Brittany and excluding Santana, 'aww'-ed in unison.
"Kurt, the Keyblade known as Stroke of Midnight has appeared for you."
"It looks…kind of girly," Finn muttered to Puck, who slapped him upside the head, hissing at him to shut up and listen for once in his life.
"Fair amount of the pot calling the kettle black, Noah," Rachel said scathingly, turning around for a bit while Eraqus continued with his explanation.
"Do not mistake its rather feminine appearance for weakness or incapability. Tales tell of more than one male that has wielded this Keyblade, actually outnumbering the females in this case," he said, glancing pointedly at Finn, who shrunk away from his gaze. "Stroke of Midnight represents a rapidly approaching time in which decisions are to be made and powers are to be revealed. It is steady ally to have on one's side."
By now, five of the twelve had been told about their Keyblades, and the other seven waited anxiously for their turn.
"Rachel, Brittany, please come forward." The blonde dancer and the brunette starlet both leaped to the front, Keyblades already in hand.
"We will start with you, Brittany. Your Keyblade is unique to you in the fact that it symbolizes nearly every aspect of your personality. Brightcrest, as it is called, has been wielded in the past and was instrumental during the last Keyblade War. Hardly anything regarding its strength is known about it, however, its power is immense."
"Wait, is it…safe for her to wield this?" Santana interrupted, standing up. "The last thing I want is Brit to get hurt." The blonde turned to her.
"San, I love you, but you have to respect that I can protect myself. This Keyblade is going to help me accomplish that." Brittany had such a determined look on her face that it scared Santana for a minute, though she quickly got over it. The Latina stared directly into the blonde's eyes, face awash with concern, anger and yet she showed the kind of soul-shattering love that only the truest of mates could have.
Torn, Santana seemed to fight with herself for a minute before sitting back down, looking defeated yet loving. "I trust you, Brittany, more than anyone here. I don't want to see you get hurt, you know that, but ultimately it is your power now, and I'll stand by you."
Brittany ran to her and kissed her gently on the lips, "I love you too, baby." The Latina turned red and started tripping over her words.
Olivia and Puck looked at each other knowingly and made whipping sounds. "Stuff it, Puckerman," the Latina growled.
Eraqus cleared his throat, and all twelve pairs of eyes re-focused on him. "Now, onto Rachel. You hold Starseeker in your hand."
"Figures," Sam snorts none too quietly, and the others smiled.
"I resent that, Samuel. Now more than ever it seems obvious that I am destined to be a star in every shape and form."
"Rachel, Starseeker is indeed indicative of a rising destiny, but it doesn't always mean the destiny you wish for so badly will be obtainable. You are no doubt used to hard work and the struggles that come with it, and that will be a great advantage in the future. Starseeker is a more than capable ally that will remind you of the future you so dearly wish for."
Rachel took a long look at her Keyblade and swung it experimentally, the stars decorating the Keyblade twinkling on and off. "Thank you Master Eraqus. I shall do my utmost to prove my worth to everyone."
"As I am sure everyone will prove the same to you, in time," Eraqus nodded. "Finn and Puck, I believe you two should be next."
The two jocks, who were still bickering with each other under their breath, looked up at the Master Wielder sheepishly, looking abashed and slightly embarrassed. Despite all of the difficult things they'd had to deal with over the last two years, the two still remained best friends. They still fought like middle-schoolers sometimes, but they had proven to be nearly inseparable and loyal to a fault.
"Noah Puckerman, if you please," Eraqus gestured. The Mohawked boy summoned his own Keyblade, eyes blazing with excitement. "You possess the Keyblade known as One-Winged Angel. Its arrival heralds great power and light hidden beneath dark and terrible strength."
"How could strength be bad?" Finn asked, confusion knitting his brows together. "I mean, isn't it just power?"
"What you do with the power given to you by your Keyblades is ultimately up to you," Eraqus answered, banishing his Keyblade and holding out his hand to Puck. The football player handed over his Keyblade to him. Within seconds, it flashed out of the Master's hands and back into Puck's. "Nobody else can wield your Keyblade, for it is yours in every sense. Your power can be used for both good and bad, and it is your choice what to do with it, but keep in mind that you must also bear whatever consequences occur as a result."
Finn just cocked his head quizzically. "So we can do whatever we want with our new power?"
"Yes. You are all almost adults now and are more than capable of making decisions, but one thing neither I, Yen Sid or the others will tolerate is blatant disregard for the lives of others. Becoming a wielder is dangerous enough as it is."
"We can't abuse our powers, Finn," Puck said, banishing One-Winged Angel. "We're football players, and we know what power is like, all the temptations and stuff. I won't become another Karofsky or Azimio because a little power got into our heads."
"I'm just saying that we have all of this power now, so what do we do with it?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Michael piped up from behind Sam. "We fight. I know everyone saw those weird creatures. Don't forget, we left behind Mercedes, Tina and Artie." Everyone's expressions turned somber.
"I agree with Michael," Mike added, "Tina's still out there, along with who knows how many of those things."
"And there's no way we're leaving behind Mercedes and Artie too. They're our friends, and we'll fight for them."
"Now, now," Eraqus placated everyone. "You're not going to do any of them good until we finish here. Finn, please summon your Keyblade."
Finn's black and blue Keyblade burst forth. He saw some of the other's glancing at it and he tried to hide it. It was a shorter Keyblade by far, but with his size, it seemed like an even more ill-fitted weapon. "You have Leviathan. It makes up for its shorter reach with a unique ability to deal critical damage on a more regular basis."
"Shouldn't someone like Rachel have this Keyblade?" Finn asked. "At least it fits her."
"I think Finn just called you a midget," Santana smirked.
"Yes, I got that, thank you Santana," Rachel glowered at the tall quarterback, and he shrunk under the singer's gaze.
"Finn, you need to learn how to adapt to changing circumstances and to understand that everyone has personal demons. You cannot let your first impressions guide the whole of your relationships. As such, Leviathan is not one to be judged easily."
"That's certainly something that he could stand to work on," pouted Rachel.
"Rach, when will you stop blaming me for breaking up with you, when you're the one who broke up with me?" Finn turned to her angrily, Keyblade still in hand.
"Finn, I caught you making out with one of the Cheerios! If that doesn't constitute the proper reason to break things off, then I don't know what does."
As one, everyone turned to Santana. "What the hell are you all looking at me for?" she growled, "I wouldn't touch Frankenteen like that again with a ten-foot pole."
"She forced herself on me!" Finn argued back, slowly turning red with frustration.
"You're over six feet tall, Finn! What could she have possibly made you do? Huh?" Rachel shot back.
At this, Finn clamped his mouth shut, refusing to escalate the conflict. "Is there anything else?" he asked Eraqus.
"Ah, no, not at the moment." Even he looked a little startled by the two of them fighting. He cleared his throat and dismissed Finn and Puck back to their seats. "Let's just finish up with Mike, Sam and Michael.
The two Michaels and Sam, who had waited pretty patiently for everyone to hear their own personal "fortune", nearly toppled over their chairs in their haste to get to the front. "We're ready," Sam panted, stepping inside the nexus.
"Lost Memory, Fatal Crest and Diamond Dust," Eraqus rattled off the names of their Keyblades in an instant. "Sam Evans, there are portions of your memory that you would like to keep hidden, to avoid past hurt. Those bits and pieces will become your undoing unless you learn to face them. Your friends and future teammates will help you, for it is as crucial to their ultimate survival as it is to yours. Lost Memory will be your guide."
"And if I don't want to face them?" Sam asked, eyes filled with anger.
"That is your choice, but know that battles have been decided on such admissions. You hold in your hand a truly strong ally. You simply need to learn that strength as well."
"Michael." Both of them stood up straight, ready to go. "Ahem, that Michael, the one that is called it usually. Michael Meza."
"Oh," Michael sidled up to the nexus and stepped inside the magic circle. "Sorry, We're still getting some of the same name kinks worked out."
"No need to apologize. We shall simply get on with your destiny. Fatal Crest, as it's called, belongs with those who are still figuring themselves out. Your power is at its crest right now, unable to grow any further until you understand your own heart in a deeper way."
"What's the big deal with this destiny thing anyway?" Puck broke in. "I always thought knowing the future would be a good thing, but what if we don't like our destiny?"
"I kinda have to agree with him on this one," Sam agreed grudgingly. "Mine wasn't exactly all flowers and unicorns."
"See?" Brittany gasped, pointing an accusing finger at Rachel. "They do exist, Sam proved it!"
"…What?" Rachel stuttered uncharacteristically, looking warily at Santana. "I never said…"
"Anyway," Puck said loudly, quieting everyone. "Back to our destiny."
"Destinies may be many things, but they are not fluid. They can be changed, for they are not yet set in stone. You merely learned about one of many possible destinies. What you do in the coming battle will affect that, for good or bad."
"So, like, Finn might actually get girlfriend?" Olivia asked. "Or Rachel might not become a star? Sorry, Rach."
The diminutive starlet gasped and placed a hand over her heart, looking faint.
Eraqus sighed. "Yes, those things are definite possibilities. When major events or decisions enter your life, your destiny may or may not change." These twelve shared certain bonds with one another, he could see that, but even he was starting to doubt their cohesiveness as a functioning team. They argued and made fun of each other all the time.
Mike and Quinn seemed to be the only ones actively staying out of the rounds of bickering. Speaking of which…
"Michael Chang. You are the final one to be told what may lie ahead for you. You have heard everyone else's, but have yet to hear your own. What do you have to say about this?"
"Honestly, I'm really relieved. I'm now in control of my own destiny. I've always had to be the perfect son to my father, and live up to his expectations. Now, they're my expectations, and I no longer feel like I am a bystander in my own life."
"And Diamond Dust is a relic of that. You've had to harden your own heart and soul in order to live up to everyone else's expectations. I believe that the people in this room have allowed you to soften up your usually frozen demeanor. It seems that your significant other has had a lot to do with it."
"Yes, she has. That's why as soon as I'm strong enough, I'm going back for her."
"Diamond Dust carries with it the possibility of a destiny filled with great success and yet marred by tragedy. Your previous ways will be challenged to their limits, and you will have to learn to fully trust your own decisions and the knowledge of your teammates."
"Do you think I'm ready for it?"
"Now, that is your own decision to make." As the last of the new Wielders stepped from the nexus, a portal coalesced, Kairi and the others running through.
"Are you guys done?" Kairi asked.
"We just finished, why?" Master Eraqus asked as the others as they came tumbling out.
"Cause we have a Heartless coming! This one's power levels are massive and it's heading right for the castle!" Ven shouted.
The Glee kids scrambled to their feet, summoning Keyblades and looking ready to fight.
"Damn, they must really want those newbies out of the game early," Riku swore. "What are they hiding?"
"There's no time for that right now," Eraqus replied, still calm. "We need to protect the castle. Yen Sid, any strategies?"
"The twelve newer ones should gather in three groups of four. They are not strong enough to go out in other, smaller combinations yet."
"Very well then. Santana, Quinn, Olivia, and Brittany are one group. Finn, Sam, Michael and Mike are another. Rachel, Puck, Blaine and Kurt will be the last. Keep well away from this enemy until it has been contained."
"Why can't we fight?" Puck complained.
"Believe us, you'll get your chance soon enough," Sora said. "But this isn't a game. You fail, and you're done. No second chances, no redos."
"Enemy approaching," Aqua yelled. "To the Courtyard!"
"Let's go, and you guys, stay behind," Terra emphasized.
"Let's roll, everybody," Riku drawled.
Eighteen Keyblades hummed with battle energy as they all took off running for the courtyard.
"Like, I said, if you fail, you're done. We can't afford any reckless moves right now." Eyes turned back to Santana.
"Would you quit looking at me? Look at Puck for this."
A huge rumble sounded through out the castle as a massive weight settled itself on the ground. The Wielders opened the doors wide and caught a glimpse of the giant creature.
"Okay Brittany, I believe you now," Rachel whispered. "Unicorns are real."
"Told you," the blonde responded simply.